“Is this the stairway to heaven?” Charlie asked the attending angel.
“Tis,” the angel replied. “Baggage?”
“Confessed before I died.”
“Then off you go.”
Charlie stepped onto the stairway, which promptly stopped.
“Darn,” the angel said, grabbing a wrench.
“I can wait,” Charlie said.
He pulled out a guitar.
“Don’t!” the angel said.
“Don’t what?”
“Sing that bloody song.”
“Sorry.”
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